YES TO MADNESS
a daily poetry project by jason lester
7/31/11
this strange planet heart
each death is a language
and the river babbles long
7/30/11
under the water
small puddles of rain
palmtrees bowing
heads to the rain
7/29/11
coffee later
and serious discussion
concerning your
exploding island
7/28/11
this morning orange juice
and children weaving
headless through the snow
7/27/11
the snowmen slightly melted
point out to one another
so many things
we could be doing
and yet here we are
7/26/11
and the sun plunges
and the crickets begin
to piece the night together
7/25/11
today all my bittersweet words
7/24/11
between the slices of bread
a fat story has wormed its way inside
7/23/11
the symbolism of the snake
is easy enough
but the symbolism
of the penis of the snake
is a little harder
7/22/11
I smeared honey on my breasts
and laid down in the forest
and all of my suitors came
in the shape of ants and bees
7/21/11
appearing noticeably
the barely noticed
appearances
7/20/11
the deliberate slide
of one sheet
below the other
7/19/11
between his songs
the musician babbled earnestly
except there were no songs
and he wasn't a musician
7/18/11
he waited in the hallway
for the stoplight to change
7/17/11
angry sneezes from down the corridor
7/16/11
all night we rode
along on the bed
only stopping occasionally
to replace a flat tire
7/15/11
everything blurring into pornography
7/14/11
licking the chocolate off of her tongue
7/13/11
last call
the butterfly
closes up
its wings
for the night
7/12/11
the road waited all night
for the first bus of morning
7/11/11
come here boy I whistle
my tail beginning to wag
7/10/11
he examined
the woman across the street
through his microscope
7/9/11
down inside their chests
hearts opening
like clams
7/8/11
the chef asks the cow
which salad would be best
to serve it with
7/7/11
we celebrated his birthday
every year by feeding him
a smaller version of himself
7/6/11
the humans had dammed
the beavers in on all sides
7/5/11
between the slices of bread
of the woman's sandwich
a fat story had wormed its way inside
7/4/11
spiderwords curved towards light
7/3/11
reflected in my icecubes
the sun melting down
7/2/11
amid the garnishes
in the bloody mary
one medium sized fish
7/1/11
the long nose
of the bathroom faucet
dripping
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